Blood and Ink

Thoughts, too many thoughts, thoughts of now thoughts of then I never knew it was in my pen. I never knew me until I knew her. Everyone writes you may hear it in someone's voice, I see it while she dances I hear it as he sighs but I... I can only see it with my eyes. Ink to a paper these are the only truths my only truths. If you wish to know me open your eyes not at me, but  to the open me to the fearless me to the confident weak insecure complicated me... she is who I am, look into her words they are my truths my only truths. I'll show you proof. My words are all I had once I lost my voice. I spoke again with no remorse because vocal chords can't help me say how bad or good a day it's been when it's always been in my pen.